Terminator: Crusaders

Crusader Clubhouse; Ponyville

Commander Scootaloo sat in silence, Choosing not to steal anything except a few apples from the ground. She stood up and began walking in circles out of boredom, reciting codewords with every hoof step. She breathed a sigh of relief when Applebloom opened the door to the clubhouse. She then noticed what she was holding.

“Applebloom,” Scootaloo said in confusion.

“Yeah Scoots?” The Earth mare replied.

“What do you have there?” Scootaloo asked while pointing to the shotgun held in the other commander’s hoof.

“An apple,” The mare replied, holding up an apple in the other hoof.

“The other hoof, Applebloom.” The pegasus stated.

“Big Mac’s shotgun,” Applebloom replied, holding the firearm in a firing position.

Scootaloo stared at Applebloom in confusion when the door was slammed open. Scootaloo jumped while Applebloom aimed the gun at Sweetie Belle, who had just opened the door. Sweetie Belle glanced at the mares before tossing them each a saddlebag.

“Put on the uniforms in the bag, we’re getting out of here.” Sweetie Belle said in her usual, hard tone.

“What did you do this time?” Scootaloo sternly asked in concern.

“Nearly got caught by Rarity. She knows where I went, we need to move.” Sweetie Belle responded.

“Why don’t we jus’ stay in the trees?” Applebloom suggested while putting on the camo uniform.

Sweetie Belle nodded in approval, running out of the clubhouse and climbing into the tree it was built on. The other two followed, ready to take turns sleeping.

Late Morning, Ponyville Park

The royal guard swarmed on the park the moment three bodies and two robberies were reported to the authorities. Along with the guard, two crying mares and a stallion with a look of disappointment on his face were at the scene. At the edge of the park, five fillies, and a mare stood. The mare, Rarity, was speaking to an investigator while the fillies looked into the park. One of the fillies, Diamond Tiara began to walk away.

“Where are you going?” a young Sweetie Belle asked.

“I don’t want to see this girls, sorry.” Diamond Tiara replied, getting understanding nods from the other fillies.

Diamond Tiara was well on her way home when she heard a sound in an alley. She peered into the alley before shaking her head and continuing her walk. In the alley, the red stallion stared at the filly. He knew who she was, Commander Diamond Tiara of the 4th Division. The stallion walked out of the alley, tailing Diamond Tiara, waiting for the perfect moment.

Diamond Tiara turned a corner when she felt a sharp tug on her tail. She shouted while being picked up and thrown by the red, muscular stallion. She hit a wall and attempted to run, screaming the entire time. The stallion recognized the amount of sound they were making. He decided to slip back into the darkness of the alley, leaving an injured Diamond Tiara on the ground. She ran as fast as her injured body would let her back to the park.

The crusaders were talking to a counselor about what they thought about the tragedy in the park when Diamond Tiara ran into view, screaming something about being attacked by a stallion. The counselor ran over to Diamond Tiara while the crusaders looked on in shock. After some discussion, the counselor called over some guards who quickly began running to where Diamond Tiara had been.

“I think I’ll take you girls to Sweet Apple Acres for now,” Rarity said with a concerned look on her face. She could tell that the crusaders were scared. The girls nodded and followed Rarity away from the park.

Midday, Sweet Apple Acres

The three soldiers watched the farm around the tree when three fillies approached the clubhouse. The fillies were easily recognizable by the trio, their younger selves walked into the clubhouse sullenly.

“Do you think Diamond Tiara gonna be alright?” Young Scootaloo asked.

“Of course ah do! Why wouldn’t you?” A youthful Applebloom replied in a louder tone than she intended.

Sweetie Belle just sat still, wondering why a stallion would attack a filly. She levitated an apple in front of her face and crushed it with her magic.

“We need to find that stallion,” filly Sweetie Belle spoke, almost sounding like her older counterpart. The other two fillies were surprised by her tone. Scootaloo was almost scared by how serious she sounded. “Attacking fillies isn’t right, we need to show him that you can’t just attack a filly without conciquences!” the young foal nearly exploded in anger.

“Sweetie Belle, that’s not the best idea-” Scootaloo tried to say.

“I don’t care!” Sweetie Belle shouted at Scootaloo. Scootaloo and Applebloom stepped back a step, shocked by her words. Sweetie Belle breathed a raspy breath. “No, you’re right, it’s stupid.” She said in a softer tone, sitting in a corner of the clubhouse.

Things stayed this way for a couple of minutes when Applejack opened the door to the clubhouse.

“Alright girls, Rarity, Scootaloo’s aunts, and I have come to a decision. Y'all are gonna go stay with Babs in Manehattan for a while.” Applejack announced to the fillies. “Y’all don’t need to pack, we already did that for ya.” The older mare said while handing each filly a train ticket. Applebloom and Scootaloo were excited to hear this news, while Sweetie Belle quietly grabbed the ticket and her bag.

In the tree, the commanders had heard everything. Sweetie Belle silently thinking while the other two mares quietly discussed their new predicament.

“How the buck are we gonna get all the way to Manehattan?” Applebloom asked.

“We buy train tickets.” Sweetie Belle stated with slight annoyance.

“But what about all the checks we have to go through, we don’t even have I.D.s-” Scootaloo replied before being interrupted.

“There are no checks, we are pre-4/16. All we have to do is pay for the tickets, Dumbass.” Sweetie Belle responded.

The pegasus was quiet for a second before nodding. The three mares looked through the trees, seeing Applejack escort the fillies out of the farm.

Early Afternoon, Ponyville Train station.

The commanders watched from the edge of the station as the three fillies boarded the train while Applejack left the station. A disguised Applebloom walked up to the ticket stand.

“Good afternoon ma’am, where do you need to go?” the colt working the stand asked in a boring monotone voice.

“I need three tickets to Manehattan,” Applebloom answered, anxiously dreading being searched.

“That will be 15 bits,” the stallion stated. Applebloom stood there for a second before sliding over the bits and receiving the tickets. Applebloom gave the tickets to her fellow commanders while boarding the train. Their seat was conveniently behind the seat of the crusaders.

At the edge of the station, the red stallion approached the ticket stand, nopony around to see him.

“Manehattan.” The stallion said to the colt.

“5 bits sir.” The young stallion responded.

The muscular stallion punched through the window of the stand, punching the colt. While the colt was unconscious, the stallion grabbed a ticket marked for Manehattan and boarded the train, one car behind his targets.